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Jul 2019
More struggle, struggle, strrrruuuggglllleeeeeee...,
All resistance overcome,
Powerless even to blink,
Wide eyed, alive to every ******;

Was it what I wore?
The way I rocked my hips?
The contours of my chest?
Did I send the wrong signals?

Could I have fought longer?
Clenched my thighs tighter?
Scratched a bit more?
Screamed louder than before?
Many victims of forced ****** ******* blame themselves or are blamed by certain types of society. Only people that **** others can truly tell what motivated them. SAD.
Dada Olowo Eyo
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Dada Olowo Eyo  NIGERIA
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